A Curse Of Blood And Wolves Novels & Stories

I don’t know how to explain what it felt like but it feels as if she is a poison I shouldn’t have. It pisses me off that they red wolves dared to attack me. I step out of my room and slowly watch if any of my father’s intruders are guarding his office. The moment I see that it’s free, I enter and walk towards his safe where he keeps his very prized possession. A cursed weapon that can kill any wolf with one strike, it spreads through the blood like a curse until the wolf has nothing left for it to feast on. If it is used against a werewolf that is cursed, the curse will cancel out.

"It seems to me that the Alpha is under a curse wound.” " What is that?” " It is when a practicer of dark magic goes beyond the normal arta and begins to kill wolves and use their essence to grow stronger, they become cursed wolves and when a cursed wolf injures you, you are cursed too. That the Alpha is still alive amazed me. Did he perhaps collect essence from another wolf?” We had gotten to her hut now, she let us in and we sat down to continue the conversation... “No, No wolf gave him essence. I said with conviction.

“It runs in the blood of me and the wolves from this pack, Sage. I'm sorry we didn't let you know what you were getting into from the onset.” What I was getting into from the onset? What was he talking about? “The men of this pack are cursed, men especially and women too—” he began. “It happened many years ago even before the Alpha of this pack was born. Right from the seventh generation counting upwards. The cure to this curse is nothing but blood—either the blood of our mates or the blood of women we are married to.” What? What did I hear him say now? Did my ears develop a fault already?

However, those were only her thoughts. "Cursed wolves should hide from others, especially from royal wolves. From ranks such as Alpha, beta, theta, delta, and gamma. Cursed wolves are cursed at birth, which means that even if they wish to, they can't erase the curse. However, if they want to, they can seek the assistance of witches in order to betray the eyes of others by bewitching their marks. But it will not be long before everyone knows about it. So when their wolves return, they will come out as wild and dangerous." Jennifer did not continue reading over the halfway point. She was unable to pull her gaze away from the book and asked,

And another. From the shadows, three wolves stepped into view—tall, broad-shouldered, and wrong. Their fur was patchy, their eyes glassy with that unnatural sheen that came from being marked by the curse. Bloodbound. Elena inhaled sharply. “I thought they were just stories.” “They were,” I said grimly. “Until the curse started feeding again.” The largest of the cursed wolves stepped forward. Its voice came through the bond, twisted and gnarled. She’s waking. The bond is forming.

I have heard this story several times but it’s one of my favorites. “The blood red wolf is known to bring destruction and misfortune to it’s pack along with being the very reason their mate dies. You see, the blood red wolf is cursed. The last known cursed wolf was a Luna of a wolf pack in Europe. The Alpha was strong and powerful, but not strong enough to have a blood red wolf as a Luna. He died a tragic death and the pack went into chaos without their Alpha. Some went rogue while others fled to join other packs.” “How did the Alpha die mommy?”

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

I couldn’t be prouder, and the truth is it eased some of the worry I have felt the past 6 months while I was away. Guarding supernaturals is never a dull job. A majority of the bloodlines of the original supernaturals don’t know who they are and what runs in their veins. They never tap into the power and they live normal lives. But sometimes, other supernaturals can sense who they are. Wolves are a great example. Wolves are a new supernatural type, relatively new anyway compared to the originals. And I have spent every spare moment I can learning more about them. One thing I know, is that the version that exists, the version Kayden is is horribly flawed. Although I supposed the proper word i

He immediately tugged me around his arms and kissed me. It was like a dream for us. Never knew my life could be this adventurous like a story I have read in Dad's library. Life with various challenges and twists I faced made me strong enough to know myself and fight for my love. Even after a decade, we are still together with our pretty girl and handsome boy. As we dreamed of, we had our separate world where he and I were together with our baby boy and girl, half-wolf and half-vampire. Thanks to Dad and Karien, there was no conflict and crisis among vampires and werewolves. The contract had been made, a blood contract, not to harm each other in the Blackwood and GoldenWood forest.

shouted an unknown villager from the crowd. “What about the curse?” “The blood moon sacrifice was created by the elders to give them the power of fear over you. The wolves have never demanded it. They have only gone along with it over the centuries out of bitterness for our abandonment of them. They don’t want your fear. They merely want your respect and appreciation for the sacrifice they made for you to keep you and your loved ones safe from the dark force.” “They’re not really wolves?” asked a child standing near my feet. “No. It is the curse of the enchantment which makes them appear so to humans.”